Authors Note: Hello and welcome to my first story here on Fan fiction. As I have been writing for a while I have found it appropriate to explain this crossover and how its mechanics are going to work. First off I want to express that there will be no Cannon characters from The Walking Dead, I have considered it but I do not want to take the story off my original character(s) and the Edd's whom this story will revolve around. Second its important to know that this story will take place at a later year in the Edd's lives, they are not kids or teenagers in this story, so there will be obvious differences in their attitudes and how they act or appear. This story is solely inspired by both The Walking Dead and Ed, Edd, and Eddy of course but will not be a direct copy of either of them. With these points made I hope you enjoy the story!

Prologue

My name is Seraph but most just refer to me as my last name Thatcher or at least people did before this hell began. Once upon a time I was a soldier within the United States Marine Corp, but now I am merely just another survivor living vicariously from day to day from what has become known as Walkers. Walkers... I would be a liar if I said Walkers were the most dangerous thing now but maybe I am getting ahead of myself here. Why don't we start from the beginning and then work our way down the events. The disease, no one really knows what it is or how it began or even where it truly started. The first reports were the warning signs but we were too stupid to see it for what it was. After all people were only getting sick, coughing, sneezing, high body temperature, you know it just seemed like a new strain of the common cold or the flu. No one payed it any heed, life goes on right? Why would any of give any care at all to some new sickness, we had doctors right?

That was our first mistake and would prove to be one of our deadliest mistakes. It was only when people started to die from this new disease that anyone started to take notice. The people who watched it on the news still didn't pay too much attention, but the CDC or (Center for Disease Control if you didn't already know) started to realize that this disease was possibly not just some common sickness. Drugs, treatments, therapy's, nothing seemed to alleviate the disease or even for a moment hinder it. By procedure up until that point the bodies were burned, so as to stop spread of the disease. The CDC however stepped in and took over the operation and began their study into the disease. This is arguably the point that changed the direction of events that lead up until this point. You see the bodies being burned meant that the disease was not only nullified but couldn't be spread. It was however as the CDC took over that we realized burning the bodies also prevented another symptom of the disease... the bodies of the dead coming back to life.

It was to say the least a horrible discovery in itself, at first it was hailed as some kind of miracle but quickly became the beginning of the end. This was not some mere act of God or some miracle, no... this was something of a more evil nature. For these people did not come back as themselves or with some higher delusion of power or some story of Gods love and grace, they came back as cannibalistic brainless shells of their former selves. They longed for nothing on the exception of eating human flesh, I believe you would call them Zombies however we came to call them Walkers, but again lets not get too far ahead of ourselves. You might think this was enough of a wake up call that this was something more then a sickness, but the stupidity of our human race is after all legendary. The CDC decided in its wisdom not to inform the people of their findings, and kept the reanimation sequence as they called it a complete secret. Setting up mobile command posts throughout the infected states, all infected humans were to report their for immediate isolation of treatment, reality though was they were there only for isolation there was no treatment and never would be.

By this time the disease had spread through many different cities and states, it was quickly becoming an epidemic, and with no clear form of distribution we were powerless to stop it. People were taken in the CDC camps by the dozens every hour of everyday and isolated, soon enough these people were dead or dieing. Some were kept for study and the rest were burned to hold off the reanimation sequence. It seemed like a good system, however there was one thing the CDC had overlooked and that was the ignorance of other people. It seemed that the CDC believed everyone who was sick would come to them for help, but as you know a lot of people would prefer to ride out a sickness in the comfort of their own homes, and when your lead to believe its just a cold or the flu why bother the trip? Soon enough people were dieing left and right, the bodies unchecked and unmanaged reanimated and in doing so attacked their family members or whoever was within range. Not know what was happening the masses were helpless to stop their once loved ones from killing them and thus forming the main way of transference of the disease.

Within only mere weeks the President of the United States called an immediate State of Emergency but it was beyond too late. Cities were burning and the Walkers were killing by the day, it was chaotic and none could escape it. Military units were finally sent into to contain the situation, but by this time it was so wide spread that the attempt ultimately failed and more life was lost then saved. The society in which we lived started to crumble and the laws in which we used to protect ourselves became obsolete. There was mass looting, killing, absolute terror within. Refugee camps were raised for survivors within every state, they were claimed to be safe but that was just another illusion, another lie to try and quell the hell that had erupted in the world. By this time there were so many infected within the cities that they numbered in the tens of thousands, those camps fell to the endless hordes of the Walkers from within and out. Things went from bad to worse however when the Government disappeared completely. In other words they fled to safety where ever that may have been and left us here alone to defend against this disease. As you can imagine structure broke down, the military without any clear lead fractured and soldiers took decisions into their own hands. Most fled, some held onto their orders, and others killed indiscriminately if you were alive or not, trying to contain the disease. It wasn't long before the basic necessities or our world became scarce or completely gone. Water, Power, internet, phone service, it all failed one by one as the world was cloaked in darkness and confusion. It was to say that the start of it all was the worst, but the true definition of losing hope was when the CDC abandoned their posts completely and reality became all too real for the survivors of the initial attack of the disease.

After the fall of the natural order of society, the Walkers (which became our term for the infected, derived from the fact that they only ever walked and endlessly at that) became more numerous, and unchecked, people were dieing and the more bastard like people of the world were taking an advantage of the chaos and taking life of their own, or in other words the true evil in the heart of men was now the new threat besides the Walkers themselves. At first they were kept in check by the Walkers, keeping them from doing too much damage, however as the time dragged on Marauders and looters and self made gangs became a very real threat for those that were just barely surviving in an already hell torn world. Time continued to go on, survivors became scarce, it would be days maybe weeks or months without seeing another living being. Most people who were not marauders attempted to make walled in communities, a safe haven for others, but the unfortunate reality that became too apparent was that there was no way to tell an actual community from one that was merely set up as a trap for survivors to walk into. It sounds barbaric but life's a pity and evil men and woman will do whatever it takes to survive.

In the end the communities which were truly trying to make a difference and help those afflicted by this new world, well they were either destroyed and looted by marauders or the Walkers tore them apart and with them ended any hope that the human race might come back from this catastrophe. An now as we skip ahead, two years later we come to the present day. The world is dead, there is no doubt about that now, any hope has long been dashed, even the dream that another country might be unaffected by this is gone, this disease is global, an no one is safe from it anywhere. Most that have survived this long have lost their humanity, and others are barely gripping on to their minds. What does one do when there is no hope anymore? There won't be a fairy tale ending for the human race, there won't be some miraculous come back, the world belongs to the Walkers now and nothing can change that. There is no more hope left within us who have survived, we are but wanderers in a world that no longer makes sense to us. I do not know how much longer our race has, in fact I don't even know how much longer I have. I walk these hell torn lands but without a purpose or reason to be. I grip onto my sanity weakly and just try to make it through half a day without pulling the trigger on myself. I am tired and I am broken and I have seen too much to keep holding on to an existence that has no true meaning. I am writing this because I feel as if my time is drawing near the end, and it is my hopes that whoever finds this will read my words and will remember me even if it is nothing more then an explanation of the end of the world.

It brings me such a small hint of meaning in writing these words, and also closure as my final chapters draw to the end, with these last written words this is my final will and testament whatever that means anymore. Of solemn mind I write these words to be true and hope that they will be read. To my mother and father Kelly and James Thatcher whom were lost in the first weeks of infection I leave my apologies that I was not there to protect you, when I left for the military it was under heated words. I have for so long now wished I had told you I loved you instead of telling you I hated you, I only wish for forgiveness if nothing more. To my brother whom died in Atlanta trying to preserve the lives of others, I leave these words so that none may forget Sergeant Adam Thomas Thatcher, a man who loved the world and gave his life for its people. To my sister Katie Thatcher whom I do not know if lives or not I leave for you my love and hopes that wherever you are your happy and free. It was my hopes that we may meet again someday, but that dream and those hopes have been lost to me and for that I am sorry. Finally to my best friend, Jessica Paige I... I leave my deepest regrets that it was I who took your life as you became Walker and my failure to keep you alive and by my side. There is nothing I can give to earn forgiveness, but I hope when I finally do die that you will be waiting for me on the other side.

An to whoever reads this entry I leave to you a secret in which I have never uttered to anyone. A secret I was content to take with me to my grave, but I now know it will matter not anymore. I know how this began... for so long I have denied it, but I know how this disease became reality and why the dead walk. I can not tell you everything for there is little time left for me but, it all started in Atlanta. The answers to this plague still reside within what is now known as the City of Dead. There is no cure but there is, if you are brave enough, a way to come to know like I have why this all had to happen. It was my wish to kill the ones responsible for this if they still live, but like everything else I have failed to do so or to even find a trace of them. The answers you seek lay within the CDC Main Complex in Atlanta. Forgive me God, Forgive me for I have lost the will to go on, please let me be by your side now for I can no longer continue to walk these roads with the memories of a life long destroyed. I bid a goodbye and also I wish hope for all those that continue on in this world that this will one day end.

Major Seraph Benjamin Thatcher

United States Marine Corp

Seraph lay the pen aside as he looked upon the final words in the journal before him. Reaching forward with bloodied hands he closed the journal and place a rubber band around it to keep it closed placing it in the black bag beside the small desk he sat at in the farmhouse he resided in the back country of Georgia. Reaching over he went to grab the Beretta M9 that lay beside him on the desk but slowly retracted his hand and stood up heading into the ever darkening bathroom as nighttime was quickly upon him now. Reaching the sink he silently looked into the mirror in front of him and saw his reflection looking back at him. His once vibrant green blue eye's were now bloodshot as if from a night of drinking. His crew cut of chestnut brown hair now long and dirty, his clean shaven face covered with a thick beard. The man in the mirror was a shell of the former man whom stood before, the once good looks now replaced by scars and blood, he looked more like a vagrant then a respected soldier now. His cloths were torn and muddied right down to the combat boots he still wore. Seraph sighed heavily closing his eye's, it felt like the world was closing in on him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Slowly opening his eye's he saw his reflection again, filled with a sudden spurt of anger he punched the mirror smashing it to pieces and cutting his knuckles. The pieces shattering into the sink loudly as he reached down and picked up one of the shards of glass and looked at its sharp edge in the feigning sunlight. Turning his wrist over he slowly placed the sharp edge on the main artery and seemed like he was in a trance. It was so simple to do yet he could not move his hand to make the cut, it was no more simple then the pull of a trigger but that he couldn't do either. It was like some unnatural force stopped him from it. But no it was time now, there was no shame in it anymore, there was nothing left in the world for himself. Applying force with the piece of glass he felt it go into his skin sharply, closing his eye's he willed his hand to move, he said goodbye one last time in his mind as he gritted his teeth and went to slash as hard as he could.

"Help me! Anyone please!"

Seraph opened his eye's as a voice echoed throughout the small empty house. Looking down the glass was still sticking in his wrist but unmoved from the spot it entered. Had he imagined that scream of help? It had to a been his imagination, he had not seen another human in almost five months, no it was his mind trying to hold onto life. Closing his eye's again he started to will the piece of glass across his wrist.

"Oh god please help me anyone!"

Seraph opened his eye's again, no that voice was not part of his imagination that was someone yelling for help. Looking back down at the piece of glass he swallowed hard, it wasn't his problem anymore, it was not his responsibility to save anyone anymore. He didn't care anymore or at least he tried desperately tried to believe that. All he needed was one more moment without that voice and he could just die and be done with it. Closing his eye's again he slowly started to move the piece of glass through his wrist, he could finally leave this hell.

"Don't let me die please, I see your candle through the window! Please don't let them get me! I am trapped and can't escape!"

Seraph opened his eye's as a sudden anger hit him, taking the piece of glass he threw it to the ground hard as it shattered. Coming forward he grabbed the sink and ripped it out of the wall in a rage and threw it out the bathroom window screaming. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fucking fair, he was so damn close to finally being free of this god damn hell hole! Seraph exited the bathroom in a rage and grabbed the katana that lay against the table, throwing the sheath aside he went to the front door and opened it with a hard slam the glass shattered against the wall as he exited into grassy farm lands. He would save this person then he would just let himself die, that was as simple as it got. Turning his head left and right he finally found the source of the noise, to the side of the house there was a large piece of farming equipment, from a distance a younger man with a black cap was sitting inside of it as a small group of Walkers were trying to get inside of it.

Seraph walked over in a rather huff as he flexed the blade in his hand and held it out from his body in agitation. In mere moments he had reach the small group of Walkers, there was only five of them. Reaching the first one Seraph came forward and grabbed it by the back of the head, with a strong slam he bashed its head into a metal portion of the tractor spilling its brains all over the ground pulling back he flung its body away. He then brought his leg up and kicked the next Walker hard in the chest, it flew back and knocked down the other four with it like a line of dominoes. Moving forward without not even the slightest care he brought the sword down on the first Walker penetrating its forehead with the sword. Ripping the blade out he chopped the head off of the next Walker. Bringing his fist forward he punched the next Walker straight in the face staggering it back as it got to its feet. With a string arc of a cut the blade hit the Walkers chest and ripped like butter through its skin and came up its neck and through the top of its head. The last Walker gave a piss poor attempt at grabbing him, Seraph caught its hand however and sidestepped it, using its own weight against itself he flipped the Walker onto the ground. Climbing on top of it he flung the sword and started furiously beating it with his fists as he scream angrily. In moments the weak head of the Walker was saved in as blood and brain mattered were being pounded viciously onto the ground by Seraph. Expending all his strength Seraph kept punching harder and harder as blood sprayed his cloths and covered his hands. This kept on for minutes before Seraph felt a hand on his shoulder, quickly turning his eye's were filled with rage as the young man from the tractor was behind him.

Seraph turned and pushed him away with a strong arm, the young man toppled over backwards as Seraph turned and put one knee up resting on his other leg and continued to punch the already dead Walker. As his strength finally began to wane and his breathing became harder Seraph stopped as his anger slowly subsided. Getting back to his feet he glared at the mess of a Walker, turning around the young man was on the ground his eye's wide from what he had scene. He must have been no more then twenty five maybe a few years older maybe he looked to be around the same age as Seraph, he had somewhat of a baby face and clear complexion his hair black as it stuck out under the edges of the black white striped hat on his head. He wore a ragged pair of tan colored cargo's with a red shirt under a ripped orange hoody. The boy said nothing as Seraph glared at him, taking him in, eventually however Seraph turned away, kicking the katana away through the grass he said nothing and returned to the house. He then sat again where he was moments before in the same chair he had wrote his final words. Closing his eye's his nostrils flared before he brought his fists down upon the desk and cracked the old wood like it was nothing. Why... why... why the fuck couldn't he just die like everyone else!? Every time he came so close but something always stopped him, it wasn't fair! He hated it here, he just wanted to let go!

Seraph sat there silently as he placed his face in his bloodied hands, when he heard the foot steps behind him he slowly turned his a head a little to see the young man from before. The young man was standing in the door way with Seraphs bloodied katana in his hands. Turning his eye's away from the young man not caring in the least he was there.

"You can feel free to kill me I don't care anymore. Take what you want..."

Seraph spoke in a deep but lightly accented voice, he hoped the young man would just end his life and be done with it. However the foot steps approached and Seraph heard the sound of the weapon being placed on the desk in front of him slowly, then the footsteps receded slowly and cautiously. Seraph opened his eye's and saw the Katana in front of himself realizing the young man was not going to kill him it seemed. Neither of the two men acknowledged each other for what seemed like forever, one whom didn't care and one whom was under sure if he should talk. Eventually when the silence was broken the young man behind Seraph spoke lowly fearing the man before him.

"Thank you for saving me.. um I don't know if you care but if it wasn't for you they would have killed me and I am truly grateful. Iv never seen someone do that before be it that was rather frightening."

Seraph said nothing as he listened but chose to ignore the man completely. He heard more shuffled footsteps and a chair being pulled across the floor. Looking up the man was now sitting a small distance from Seraph looking rather scared.

"Um.. my name is Edd, but um my friends just call me Double D, you can call me what ever you want of course. I'm sorry if I am bothering you, you just seem like you need to um, I don't know, talk to someone."

Seraph gave another deep sigh as he let the breath come heavily out of his mouth and nose. Taking in the man again he looked rather skinny and not all that strong, but he seemed to have an innocence about him that was not common anymore in this world. Picking his head up off his hands Seraph looked the man in the eye and spoke.

"My name Seraph but most just call me Thatcher. Don't worry about me saving you, you don't owe me anything if that's what your thinking. Just be careful next time.."

As the two men looked at each other the nighttime filled the room as the candled flickered their shadows across the wall.